It’s bigger in real life than it looks here; the immense sound of the engines was the giveaway amongst the trees, forcing you to look skywards.

I’ll go for Russ Conway’s Another Six!

A friend told me the news about Gush and my response was the same!

Got it in one!

Hasn’t Gush died recently? I still have his Renaissance Armies from way back when - and a load of 25mm Hinchliffe/Gilder gendarmes, landsknechts and Swiss all boxed away in the garage waiting to do battle again! Dare I wake them from their slumbers to re-fight Pavia and Ravenna once more?…

From Thunderer to Blunderer.

When we moved house many years ago we’d receive random but fairly regular calls from an old man who asked, in a frail voice, a simple, one-word question: “Doris?”. After many years the calls stopped. We never knew either person; we were but recipients of a tiny fragment of existence, gone forever.

After All Hallows Day, Gawain must set off to meet his nemesis the Green Knight. The beginning of this journey is the subject of one of the many linocut illustrations from my translation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight published by @wiltonsquare.bsky.social. It also features on the front cover.

I agree wholeheartedly with this sentiment. There’s way too much surquedry in the world right now, often with little - if any - substance to justify it.